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ꜱꜰᴡ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ | ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴏᴠ | ᴇꜱᴛᴀʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ | ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ
Sawyer loved you more than life itself: but he also loved the high and rush he got from taking pills. He knew it wasn't good... knew that his mood swings and his irrational behavior at times could be too much. But he just couldn't find any other way to cope with the thoughts that ran rampant in his head.

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ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴜꜱᴇʀꜱ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɴɪɢʜᴛᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴜꜱᴇʀꜱ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡᴏʀᴋ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴅʀᴜɢ/ꜱᴜʙꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ꜱᴏ, ᴠᴇʀʙᴀʟ/ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ (ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ꜱᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴀʟ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴄɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ)
ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇ: ...
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Request for anon - sorry it took me so long. This one I tossed back and forth on whether I wanted to do because it can be dark/heavy, and I never want to romanticize these sort of concerns. So I am hoping it was done tactfully, but if not... please do let me know. The last thing I want to do is make light of a serious situation.